Wednesday, December 17, 2014

2nd Donkey postings for the Holidays..............

Today it is snowing like crazy. The grands and I made our way to their respective schools and now I am going to take advantage of not going anywhere to make the traditional Jam Cake. It's a family recipe that my Mom made every year and all the Cuckoos love it. We always make it a week ahead and then let it "baste" in brandy. It's a drunken cake full of love.

Hope your week before Christmas Eve is a pleasant one and that you find time to do all that you want to do to get ready for the Holidays.

Only 4 more sleeps until Winter Solstice. We are almost ready to welcome the fae into the house for the winter. Takes some preparation but we'll get there. The gnomes have washed and hung up their laundry to dry. The gnome, elf tree is up and decorated and all that is left to do is make the thimble cookies and prepare the honeyed milk. After all we have to be ready for the return of the sun.

Hope you will enjoy the 2nd installment of Donkeys and the Holidays.








Donkeys and carts, donkeys and snow, I love them all.

Smooches and squoozes, Oma Linda

Monday, December 15, 2014

A Christmas present just for you.............

You know how I love me some donkeys........well, I gleaned these pictures from Pinterest that are both donkey and Christmas.

I hope you will enjoy the next three postings of adorableness.

I'm in the middle of baking my brains out for a cookie exchange and for the Cuckoos as you look at these.

Enjoy my friends...............






You notice angels and donkeys kinda go together......sweet innocence.

Tomorrow another theme will blind you with donkeyness.

Friday, December 12, 2014

Holiday redo's for you............

Here are some things I've played with on PicMonkey. I should be doing other holiday stuff like packaging gifts and going to the post office but sitting here with my space heater, a cup of my favorite tea and procrastination staring me in the face...........

I chose to play instead. I found photos of old postcards and PicMonkey and I had some playtime. Happy Winter Season to you all.

I just love these advent calendars. Had some as a child and it was always a treat to open the little doors and know it was a countdown to Santa.

Snow, Gnomes and Mushrooms.....all my faves

I think these little guys have the right idea.....booze and brisk walk. Sounds good

Something very special about forest scenes and winter

Graphic Fairy always has the very best graphics to share for the holidays. This one is especially nice to play with.

We've been busy making teacher appreciation gifts and some pay it forwards. Every single idea came from Pinterest in one form or another. See, sometimes it's worth the hours  time spent looking at other people's pages. Thought I'd share the photos but I guess my camera has other ideas.....I'll work on that.

Happy Friday to you my lovelies,

Smooches and Squoozes, Oma Linda


Tuesday, December 9, 2014

A follow up to being concerned..........

First I want to thank all of you who commented and gave me your opinions. I think each person had valid thoughts and voiced them well.

I do need to say that race was never a part of my blog post for a reason. Each of the incidents only involved "white" victims. I can't speak to any other life or ethnicity but my own. I was so pleased that those of you who had feelings and personal knowledge about persons of color and how they might be treated by the police, spoke up in this forum. I am blessed by each of you and your hearts. I have said it before, I was grew up color blind and so are my daughter and grands. The vast mixing pot that is the southwestern USA afforded me that view. Color has never been used by any of us to describe a new friend. The new friend has always been a person first. I know that is not the case with all people.

Never just stagnant, the Cuckoos are moving forward with an idea planted long before I posted my blog post. Several of you suggested that "we" teach Ry what could be life saving techniques. It is amazing to me that even though we are miles and miles apart, so many are on the same wave length. We have spent many hours trying to do just that very thing. But there seemed to be something missing from our lesson plan. That something is to actually meet with police officers and let Ry meet them personally. That will be happening very soon thanks to another something that is in the near future.

Shelley had already been asked by the Special Education Development Team to be a parent representative and speaker in a round table with Albuquerque Police Department's Community Outreach. She will be a member of a team of teachers, parents and administrative persons from Albuq. Public Schools who will have the opportunity to avail APD with their insights into special needs children's responses or lack there of to stressful situations. She then is hoping to be one of the team that will speak to the Police Academy as well as the Sub Station roll call keynote speakers in the months to come. I am proud of her for  making herself part of a teaching experience and hopefully part of an answer to a need.

Once again thank you all for your kindness, your thoughts and your good advice for the Cuckoos.

Smooches and Squoozes, Oma Linda

Friday, December 5, 2014

I have a concern............

and I thought I would voice it here and get some feedback from you my lovelies.

In light of the recent police vs citizens shootings/killings and the ensuing violence, I have some personal concerns about my well being and the well being of my intimates (family, friends, neighbors).

Let me say that if I were ever in a situation where I was told by the police to raise my hands above my head or to put my hands on the back of my head, I would be unable to comply. My shoulder joints do not move that way anymore. If I were told to get down on the ground and lay face down, I would be unable to comply. I haven't been on the ground of my own free will in 9 years. If I was asked to put my hands behind my back, palms up. Nope, I couldn't. Would I be viewed by the police as being hostile, or uncooperative, yes. But that would not change the fact that I could not, not would not, comply and so...........would I be tazzed, shot, have a knee in my neck? I think so.

I am a fan of police. They are supposed to keep me safe and protected from the others in society that are not law abiding. I have taught my daughter and my grands to be respectful, polite and appreciative towards the police. Has that changed?

Yes, in my mind. I am fearful of those that I hold in esteem. Should I dwell on something that probably would never occur to me because I do follow the laws, I am respectful, I don't get into questionable situations. Probably not, because that would don't do me any good. But then that also begs the question, who chooses to be in questionable situations.....those that the police are to protect the community from?......maybe.

There was an incident where a 71 year old woman didn't get out of her car quickly enough for the officer who saw a BOLO saying that the make and model of the car she was driving had just been used in a robbery.  He yanked her out of the car, threw her on the pavement and proceeded to sit on her to subdue her. While he handcuffed her, she had a heart attack and went limp. He thought she was faking and dragged her to his squad car and then as he was going to put her in the backseat, he saw she was blue. He then called for emergency services. She died. The make and model of the car was spot on, the license plate however was from another state. But the lady who had just had her hair done that morning when the robbery was taking place was still dead.

I am the most concerned for my grandson. When in a stressful situation, he does not respond to verbal commands well. As a matter of fact he just blanks everything out and just stands there. Does that mean that a police person could see that as uncooperative, hell yes. And Ry, when grown, will be over 6 feet tall and large framed. More of a threat to the police, yes. Would they hesitate to draw down on him, hell no. Chatter caught on lapel cameras of officers indicates that just by looking at someone they can "size them up" as troublemakers, or worse the "perp", without anything more to go on.

Albuquerque Police Department has been under investigation by the Justice Department microscope for way too many shootings of unarmed people. You may have seen on the news the one where a homeless man, with autism and other disorders was killed in the foothills of Albuquerque. The reason he was shot, he did not comply with verbal commands, he was large, he was seen as a threat and he wasn't supposed to be camping out in that area. The chatter on the lapel camera indicated that the one officer who shot him said that he was crazy and they would need to take him down? He was "crazy" according to them, mentally ill and needed to be taken to the hospital, instead he was taken to the morgue.

Another young man in Seattle was shot and killed outside of a convenience store. Why? The police were answering a man with a gun call. He, his brother and his cousin were leaving the convenience store when the police arrived on scene. His brother and cousin complied to the verbal commands. This young man had his earbuds in and did not hear the commands. When he did turn around probably wondering where his companions were, he saw the police officer, reached to turn off his i-pod and was shot dead on the spot. He had no weapon, made no threat to the police but he was dead.

Do I blame the shooters in these horrible scenarios? Yes/No. Does it make me anymore secure about the police. No. I do understand that they risk their lives every time they answer a call, but are they not accountable for their actions and choices like the rest of us? Do they not carry the burden of proof in judging situations? I've never been a police officer, but being human, I know I have misjudged situations. I have over reacted, I have found fault before I knew but rather just felt something about someone. But I have also not reacted to things when I should have. There is that double edge sword that always comes into my thinking. I try to see all sides.

I sorrow for all those that have lost loved ones to questionable police killings, I sorrow for the police officers who mistakenly harm someone. And more importantly, I worry for all of us.

But this all begs the question? Should I walk through life afraid? No. Should I be aware of my surroundings and circumstances all the time? Yes. Can I protect those that I love, Maybe. Can I make a difference in this question? I don't know. What do you think? Are we powerless or do we have a voice or choice in this dilemma?

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Happy Thanksgiving...........

Greetings from Casa de Cuckoo.


Hope your holiday is smooth sailingly calm and fun lovingly sweet.

Our Thanksgiving this year is looking to be a Baby Bear kinda event for us.............just right.

I must wish my Sweet Man a Happy Anniversary. It's been 42 years of putting up with each other and having the best somebody to lean on. Here's to the next year of being together. We truly do deserve each other, and after doing this for so long, well it's pretty easy really.

After the rancid turkey fiasco of '12 and the "this wasn't Thanksgiving" casserole of '13......we did what any lazy and loving family would do. Have someone else do the work. Dinner will be prepared by Boston Market and we'll pick it up and warm it in the afternoon of Turkey day. This was orchestrated by the whole nest of Cuckoos and approved by each and every one. Sweet Man has to work and won't be home until after 6, the kids wanted Shelley and I to be free and able to set up the Holiday Tree since Shelley has the day off and frankly, I love the plan.

I can make myself crazy later in with cooking two very important meals, a Winter Solstice feast and then Christmas supper. So I can get my Martha Stewart on then. Besides, doing what feels right is more important than what is totally dictated by others. Oh don't get me wrong, I love tradition, I just don't feel that I have to be a slave to it. I may live in my Momma's house but she doesn't make the rules anymore. And so that wild and crazy, rule breaking kinda attitude will apply to yet another seasonal endeavor.

Which brings me to the meat and potatoes (couldn't resist) of why I am posting today. Because you notice it has been awhile.

We are celebrating the Christmas season this year. What????? That is just cra cra.

I mean there is Christmasing, decorating, making, fixing, observing and HO Ho HO coming out of the Casa. It is virtually ooooooozing outta our pores.

For the entire time that the grands and Ms. S have been back here, which would be 5 years and some months, I have been the court jester and jumping around trying to make merry, my daughter has been "reserved", and that's putting it mildly. Ms. S has had a hard time finding her Jolly Holly. Oh, she has put on a great face for the kids and has never kept them from celebrating a single thing, but the spirit of the season underneath has been....uh....forced. But not this year.

Ms. S actually surprised shocked us with her new found happy. It comes from knowing who she is and what she has accomplished and also forgiving herself for things over which she has no control. This has set her free. She has plans.....for decorating, cooking, celebrating and it is kinda scary, if you get my drift. GK asked me if her Mom was okay, I answered, "yes, finally". So officially, the holdiay season has begun for us with a no holds barred kinda flavor. Thus the plans for an early Christmas tree decorating event, along with new ornament making, and cookie baking when most folks are fixing giblets and stuffing.

Update on the grands:

GK will be having her friends over for an ugly sweater party, but with a twist. Instead of wasting money buying something that they will never wear again, the guests will be given newsprint and markers when they arrive and will be asked to draw their ugly sweater. They will also be asked to donate $10 (which is probably less than they would have had to pay for said ugliness) which will then be given to the UNM Children's hospital. That way they will have fun and give a donation to something more..... .. Proud of them for the thought of giving not getting.

GK and her nerd herd pals got together earlier this month (the six of them go to 4 different high schools). They have this pact that they will not lose track of each other and so they will be going to the amusement park here during Holiday break for a night of craziness. So happy that she has good kids as friends and they all are like minded about staying in touch. I have always been envious of folks who made the effort to stay friends with folks from their past. It is an enviable thing to have that kind of stick to it - ness.

Ry and I have a strange source to thank this Thanksgiving. Had it not been for Ry's earlier uncomfortableness and school problems that came from his fear of speaking to his dad, he and I would not have spent quality time together without anyone else around. It gave us the opportunity to talk about things that matter to him. He regaled me with all manner of Minecraft, Pokemon and Storm trooper wisdom and in between those thoughts were his feelings about his life and loves. I am blessed by knowing my grandson in a whole new way. He was blessed with finding out parts and pieces of my life as a kid and my feeling for him, his sister and their mom, Ms. S.

And all of this is thanks to someone I never would have thought I would be thankful towards, not in a million years. Thanks to Darren and Tara, without your actions I would never have had the opportunity to become even more invested and closer to the most wonderful special boy on the face of the planet.

Yep, we have it happening here at the Casa.

So get your turkey on and gobble til you wobble. Do the happy "t day" dance and shake your holiday thang.

with Smooches and Squoozes, Oma Linda and All the Cuckoos at the Casa

Friday, November 7, 2014

4 wheels to get me there...........

We have car fever here at Casa de Cuckoo.

Shelley and GK are getting a new car. Well not new, but new to them. It will be Shelley's transportation for awhile and then it will be GK's first car.

When dreaming of her first car, Ms. GK indicated she wanted a 60 something Volkswagen bug, of the blue color persuasion. Well if wishes were horses then GK would ride in one but....uh not so much. Although that was her "perfect car", she is thrilled about the car Mom could afford. They went to see it last night. Once again, I must state my pride in GK's ability to adapt. Someday when she can make it happen for herself, perhaps she will get the exact car she wants. And by that time, I'm sure she will have drooled over several "perfect cars".

And as is always the case, the event brought about a discussion of some length about cars and such.

 When Shelley was a teen, her first car was like this one. 1970 Datsun

My first car was like this one. 1959 Renault Dauphine (it even had a crank in the back to start it when (not if) the battery wouldn't turn over.

My favorite car was one I had in college which was an 1967 Austin Healy Sprite (only mine was yellow).

Sweet Man's first car was like this one. 1955 Oldsmobile Super

all of the photos are from the internet
When Sweet Man and I finally got to order the car of our dreams at the time, we got a 1975 Ford Fairmont Station Wagon. I was hauling Shelley's friends, the Saint Bernards, we went camping, we went on long drive vacations and this, we thought, would be the best car.  It was the perfect lemon yellow. And lived up to the color.

It was what was called in the industry a "Friday car". Built on a Friday. Cars built on Friday are 22 times more likely to have a major defect. And we caught a lucky 22 lemon slush.

When I picked it up from the dealer, a friend of ours was our salesman and he was excited for us and did all the hurry up and wait kinda things for us. We had a product called "techtor" put on the carpet so that it would resist stains and it wasn't quite dry so he put down paper floor covers for me and I proudly took possession of our car.

On the way home, Shelley told me that her side was really wet. I assured her, when we got home we would just roll down the windows and let it set in the sun to dry. Sweet Man came home early and we were going for a ride in our new car but there was about 2" of liquid on the passenger side floor. We drove it to the dealer. They checked it out and found that the radiator was not hooked up correctly and was leaking into the foot well. That was only the beginning.

That beast spent more time in the shop than in our driveway the first three months. The carberator was faulty.....three times, it was replaced. The transmission was faulty....2 times it was replaced.

I was on my way to SM's company Christmas party. I was to meet him there after work. The car stalled, for the millionth time, in my mind, in one of the busiest intersections in the city. I put on the hazzard lights, locked the doors and left it there. Yes, I got a ticket, yes, the tow truck had difficulty with the tow, yes, I was at my limit......and we have never had a Friday car again.

Oh well, it was character building right?

If you have a car, you're going to have car trouble at some point in time.

What was your first car? Was it all you thought it would be?

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Dinner table talk...............

Last night we had chicken n dumplings, salad and baked apples. Yep, it was yummy.


these photos are from the internet, mine never come out this pretty

Shelley had requested one of her favorite childhood foods and I was in the mood to do some cooking.  So a perfect storm of goodness came together. Funny how foods bring us comfort and memories.

We try to have dinner table talk at least twice a week. Most of the time though it is zoom in, eat and then off to homework, meetings, special projects or something else. Oh, we eat at the dinner table most nights but on the nights that we designate "time out" for the family, the dinner hour takes priority over all the other "rush about" activities.

We play a game as a conversation started that is called "your best and your worst". Not surprisingly, it often times brings up things we need to discuss or iron out. Most times it brings us closer to knowing what everyone else has lived through since our last dinner table talk. The grands are always anxious to share their "adventures". And most nights, their sharing is about all we get to listen to.

This week we were able to use our time to talk about our ancestors, predecessors and family members. It was an interesting discussion. Sweet Man talked a lot about his Dad who passed 15 years ago. SM does not often do that level of sharing so we all sat back and listened to his memories of his Dad and also his Dad's Dad. Lots of information shared and hopefully filed away in the grands for the future. Also made us realize that it has been awhile since we looked in on our land (from SM's grandmother) up in northern NM. So we will be going to check on it this Friday. Road trip.


It has already snowed up in that part of the state. I'm looking forward to seeing some new snow and maybe, if I'm lucky more sharing from SM of his childhood memories.

All of this led the Cuckoos to making a list of "foods" that the family would like to have in the coming nights and that led to more talking about how foods make you feel and remember special things. So in the near future we will have pot roast and mashed potatoes (SM), spaghetti with meat sauce and garlic toast (Ry), Orange Chicken and vegetable fried rice (GK), Pepperoni and cheese stuffed sandwiches and greek salad (Shelley) and green chile chicken enchiladas with homemade flour tortillas (me).

Ry also requested a pumpkin pie. There was a brief discussion of pies in general because it is our favorite dessert here at the Casa. And it was unanimously decided that we should eat more pie. Can't argue with the masses, tee hee.

What childhood favorites to you have? And do you have foods that make you immediately think of something  or someone special?

Have a great rest of the week, Smooches and Squoozes, Oma Linda

Sunday, November 2, 2014

My life, my words, my blog..............

that pretty much says it to those that want to pass judgement on life at Casa de Cuckoo with the faintest idea of the TRUTH.

You nay sayers notice your comments are not posted, nor will they ever be. Hmmmmmm.


Here is our ofrenda for Day of the Dead, Dia de los Muertos.

Friday, October 31, 2014

Here's the Cuckoo bunch.......

Trick or Treating will never be a spectator sport at Casa de Cuckoo. Just saying.

The wild bunch headed out the door to claim their candy prizes.

She and he monsters......type casting I suppose.

Momma and da Boy
Hope your Halloween was spooktacular.
Smooches and Squoozes, Oma Linda

Thanks for the spooky ooky love..........

Jamie and Ellie practicing for the trick or treaters

this is a photo of both of my "punkin" men. one paying attention to me and waving and the other one being Joe
some spectre's hanging around in the front yard

Ry and GK had fun getting up in the tree to make this happen for Halloween
Casa de Cuckoo has been the recipients of some extra special goodies and wonderfulness as of late. The grands, as well as the grown ups appreciate the loving kindness sent our way from some of you, my lovelies.

Magic Love Crow thought that we would enjoy some "sparkles" in our lives and sent us some very beautiful jewelry and a special Fly Crow painting as well as good wishes for the season.



SunshineShelle sent her love in the form of arting goods. Paints, beads, buttons, do dads and canvases. Oh heck yeah the grands jumped on that right away. And I must be honest when I say I spirited away a couple of goodies for myself. Shelle also sent us some of her original art work. Some never made it to the table to be photographed because it lives in GK's room. Ry is using the stickers for a "present" for someone else as I type and the three generations of witchy wonderfulness here at the Casa, is well represented by the darling character dolls that we are going to dress for Samhain.




Thank you all who sent us cards, good thoughts and blessings for the season. We send them right back to all of you our lovelies, supporters and all around good eggs. I still have another pressie that has something to do with my favorite donkeys....but that's another post....soon.

Here's some photos of some of our decorations for Hallowooooooooooooooonie. I can't believe it is today. We want so badly for it to hurry up and get here and then..... poof, it's over for another year, that's a real BOOOOOOOO.

the winner of the prettiest pumpkin contest and the runner up who had an unfortunate meeting with a dis easing spirit, if you get my drift.

our fireplace for autumn

Hope you all have a fun 31st. And if you partake in Dia de Los Muertos, party on and celebrate your ancestors. We will have our offrenda and celebration on the night of the 1st and then attend the Barrio Parade of the Calacas on Sunday.

Happy Hauntings, Smooches and Squoozes, Oma Linda

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Sometimes reality is scarier than fiction.............

Take for example the emotions of a 10 year old boy.

Better yet the emotions and behaviors of a wonderful, sweet, caring, 10 year old boy on the autism spectrum.


This darling boy sometimes is afraid of things that I don't understand, if I hadn't seen what disturbs him; bugs, textures, noises and tastes, just by looking at his angelic face, I wouldn't ever be able to see how troubled his waters truly are.  My education is ongoing daily, living life with Ry is never dull.

Now we need to add into this equation, feelings, hurts and the past.

With the addition of this element I can begin to explain how our "inside, outside, upside down thinker" went from, being bothered by having homework and that's about it, to a fear struck youngster who was no longer able to control his behaviors. Stemming, scripting, crying, and hateful outbursts were on the menu within a matter of hours. He got in trouble at school for being (out of character for him) a meanie.

All this because he was asked to think about doing the unthinkable for him, talk to his father. It scared the crap out of him and he felt trapped in the here and now.


We had tried to ease him into that situation so that we could quiet the demands being made. His sister, the great and powerful GK, managed to not only talk to her father but also voice questions and her views, and quite frankly, I as a 65 year old am not sure I could have had the guts to ask or say half of what she did. She was a rock star. She felt better having gotten it off her chest, over with and is sure she doesn't want to do it again. She tried to encourage her brother, told him she would hold his hand and we all thought he was on board to doing so in the near future, when he said he was ready to do so. Oh gawd were we way wrong.

It preyed on his mind, so much more than we ever could have imagined, his emotions and his spirit and he had a monumental melt down at school the next day. And after all the negative incidents with children being hurt at school, we can't blame the school for being careful. His therapist says that he will come back up to where he was when he is ready. But in the mean time, our Ry has suffered a huge set back and we are responsible for even allowing him to contemplate having to do what he obviously cannot do.

This happens every time he is faced with this situation. We had hoped that Ry had matured and worked enough of his stuff out so that, yes he would be affected, but like his sister, he might gain more than it would cost him in the long run. We do realize how mistaken we were.

We will simply continue to love, protect and nurture the sweet little critter. He doesn't deserve to live in fear or with something this destructive hanging over him.


Damn I hate having to tell you all this because I know how much you care for him and his well being. It was a lapse in our defense against the dark hearts.

I need to let you know that all of this happened about 2 weeks ago. Ry has been home from school for the last week because he goes to a year round school and this is one of his two 2 1/2 weeks breaks. The break has been excellent for him. We have all had such a good time with him. Trying to make him feel better about himself and the choices that he made in response to a situation. Don't think we let him get away with being a "patoot". We don't. He made his amends for his ugly actions at school and then we moved on with a new clean slate.

The photos in this blog were from an outing to the corn maze taken this last weekend. No trace of the storm in Ry's eyes in these photos and for that I am forever grateful.

Thanks lovelies, Smooches and Squoozes, Oma Linda and the rest of the Cuckoos.

Sunday, October 19, 2014

GK's Homecoming dance.........

First, I know that you will overlook the fact that I am prejudiced when I say that GK is lovely, but she was so very beautiful in her Homecoming dress.

Sorry for the glare in the photos.....it was that time of late afternoon.



I also have to tell you about the befores and durings and afters.




The befores are kinda funny because her escort was somewhat put off to find out she had a "fancy" dress. He got a little defensive about not having a suit etc. She told him not to worry that her dress had been in her closet for 6 months, was not bought new, neither were her shoes. This was a true statement because ever since Ms. GK was little, her Mom and I have been shopping in "junque" stores and when we have found a beauty of a dress, even if it was two sizes too big, we purchased it. When she was little she played dress up a lot, as she got older, she starred in my epic parties and doings (see Oz, Wonderland and Halloween). This beauty of a dress was $15 and when we saw it we knew she would wear it to some dance or other. It just so happened that it fit perfectly for this dance. Oh, there are other dresses awaiting an opportunity to stun for little money. We are very good scouts and are prepared.

It took a little to convince her escort but afterwards he was very relieved that she is a practical girl, with some kick ass Ladies in Waiting.

The couple decided no flowers, no other money spent except the tickets. So proud. Her date did gift her with a Silverstein (one of their favorite bands, yeah, I didn't know either) bracelet. She thought that was cool, because she still has the bracelet but the flowers will be dead by now.


Her date came to meet her here. He was shaking when he came in and when he saw his date, he did a double take and then told her how beautiful she was. What a sweet guy. His Mom and Shelley took a bazillion pics of the cuties. Sweet Man gave his approval of the couple by saying how sweet they looked together and Shelley and her best friend accompanied the kids to Chili's at the end of our street. Grown ups to the bar for appetizers, kids to dinner and fun. Mom came back with a new appreciation for the job she has done raising this critter thus far. That's a beautiful thing when you can see evidence of how they have listened and learned from you as a parent.


They met 2 other couples for dinner. The voice of reason, GK, had instructed each to bring a certain amount of money so they could have tip money for the wait person. They did beautifully, gave the waitress a big tip and were ready for the fun evening ahead. Both GK and another of the boy's mothers are waitresses so they appreciated how they were treated and showed it. Go figure. When your whole living comes from your Mom and it directly depends on how hard she works, these kids have it figured out. What's that phrase, "knowing where your bread is buttered'?


Mom and friend, dropped the kids off at the dance. This wonderful man has been friends with Shelley since right after they got back here from SC. He is a true friend and loves the grands and they adore him. Told GK that since the dance was a masked ball that he had a robe for her to wear over her dress. Tee hee, he was very protective of his adopted niece. It was so sweet and caring.

The dance was dreamy, special and GK indicated they had a wonderful time. She took flat shoes to dance in, in case her feet got tired in her heels (and also because she didn't want to be taller than her date). She and this boy (you know the one who said she was too pretty to be in the advanced math class), have been a couple for 2 months now. In freshmen terms......a long time. They laugh all the time. Shelley said that she was entertained by their silliness all the way to the dance. Her friend, who isn't around teenagers all that much was a bit overwhelmed by the volume and the topics. Funny.


It took her longer today to tell us how much fun was had and who was there and what they did, than she was gone from home on Saturday night. She's a lot like her Oma, very verbose.

Hope your week is a good one.

Countdown to Halloween.........it's coming very, very soon, yay.

Smooches and Squoozes, Oma Linda